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Tribute to and apprciation of Jim and Myra Craig
The Love of a Gentle Man
Our gramps was called to defend his country
As a soldier he stood in front of Lake Galilee
Blessed, our gentle gramps returned home, with war stories for friends and family
Of fair times and tragic times, that no one would ever forget.
As time moved on, he settled in, with his loving wife Myra
You would work doing the finance books for a haulage company
And play the organ at church Sunday’s
A Scout master you were to all the boys, you’d teach the survival code
Your grand piano would be sat in the lounge, where you would play to your darling Myra
Our gramps was an excellent example of all things good
Never raised his voice in anger, with patience of a saint you lived happily for each other
The gift of a son named Donald entered and he was loved unconditionally,
as all children are.
She was mum and he was dad, said with special affection,
Three grandchildren arrived to complete this lovely family circle, a boy and two girls
We were so lucky to have a gramps like ours
Our brother followed him like a puppy, rods extended as they would wait for the fish to bite
Side by side, they would stand with faces full of delight.
You were called to heaven one day, before we said our goodbyes
You could not bear to be apart and grandma came to you, on your anniversary
Both of you are now together, safe in the arms of Jesus
We shall meet once again, till then you will always be remembered
God bless and keep you both
Our gentle man and loving gran
Love, Sheena, Donald and Emma Xxx
Our Lady of the Manor
Our hearts feel so much pain, standing in your garden of memories we still see you there.
Our grandma Myra she was grand, we send her thanks for her gift of love.
She listened always to our troubles and lifted them to God in prayers
You had many things to say but always in a special caring way.
I remember grandma singing her hymns with almighty passion
I know she’s in a better place; she can now speak to God face to face.
Taking loving care of her notorious tomato plants and now we promise to continue
Hopefully they would be evergreen and spark
Your tomatoes with leaves of green, just like your decorations on Christmas eve
Best served you would say, on a sandwich with a touch of salt.
You had the gift of putting pen to paper, family photos with special memoirs on the back
special accounts from your own observations.
Your landscape drawings with so much detail, your shading with such tender precision.
Grandma I think your hands were gifted.
In your big room with foot on the pedal – grandma looked happy as she sewed
Her eyes gleamed with delight as she lifted dad’s jeans, to show him his newest patch
The only lady capable of keeping her boy in check
Her Christmas turkeys were always divine, pulling the wishbone was my favourite part
So keep your grandma’s close to you, because you know you need them to
Make time to spend together, as grandmas can’t last forever.
Shon, Daney and Emzy
written by grand daughter Sheona Henderson (Craig)